Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.